I did watch So You Think You Can Dance? this week, and I didn't have much of a problem with who was eliminated. If it had been me, I would have voted to eliminate Comfort, but it was Matt's time to go on the guy's side.

And Thayne is next.

However, I've been battling what I thought was hay fever all week. Then again, I'm not a doctor and, in fact, might be an idiot. I worked through it Tuesday and Wednesday, but it just kept getting worse and worse, eventually moving into my chest.

The big trouble here was me: I was treating this as if it were a pesky pollen allergy, which is probably still a big reason for the cold somehow someway, instead of the head cold or sinusitis or whatever that it is. I debated whether to call in sick this morning because, honestly, I felt a "dab" better this morning than I did the past two mornings.

However, my body was just worn out, so I called in sick and slept until 2 p.m. That would be 14 hours of sleep.

The good news is that I'm taking some cold medicine with Guaifenesin in it, in hopes of killing the chest part of the cold before it gets too bad. That same medicine is drying up my sinuses, which is good, and improving my disposition, which is great.

But I suspect this Independence Day, the 232nd birthday of America, is likely going to be one of rest and limited physical activity, including blog/YouTube work. It's funny because after I nearly hit a deer along Interstate 40 last week, Mom asked me if the experience scared me.

I said that it didn't at all but that the possibility of being out of commission for six months, minus my routine, the blogs, the work, etc. -- now THAT would have scared me. But getting killed instantly by running into a deer?

No. And this is why I hate colds. Because it's THAT on a much smaller scale.

But the truth is: When we're sick, we just gotta shut it down for a few days. Sleep extra. Watch TV. Read something light. So, I'll be back at it by Monday, I would imagine.